If your like me you no doubt carry on and put on a great front for the world to see while deep inside the hurt and fears and loneliness that surround your life and circumstances that created your PTSD, go on unanswered. I wanted help but getting that help meant telling the world (counselors) what happened to me that brought it on. Oh I talked with many counselors about my anxiety and depression but never about what had happened to me as a child. I was a little girl tormented and hurt by those that were suppose to protected me. I was hit and told over and over how dumb I was. And my grandparents and my dad caused so much mental and emotion pain, while my mother was indifferent toward it and me. My entire life was a train wreck that rolled on from an early age and though two marriages, and only now some 60 years later I am finally unlocking that box that has set in my memories gathering dust and looking at the contents hoping to find peace. And so I made that first step by going into counseling and telling each and every sorted detail in hopes that before I am gone that one day the pain and heartache in my PTSD, will disappear for good. This step took a lot of courage because recovering is long process and it means admitting that I am not as strong as I look. It means I need help and that I need to trust someone to listen and untangle the events of my life and help me make sense of it all. Do you ever feel this way? Are you going through counseling? Do you believe that things can get better in your mental and physical existence? Please share your stories and comments below. It would be nice to know someone understands.